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prod. bad dude – yeat – rich minion (ft. 2pac & the notorious b.i.g.) lyrics

[refrain: the minions]
ha (huh?), hey mel, la bastichi
la papaya, du la potato (yeah, la potato, oh, yeah)

[chorus: yeat]
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i swerve in a humvee (nuh+nuh+nuh)
i just went crazy, i did it
i just went crazy, i did it, huh
i just went crazy, i did it, huh
i just went crazy, i did it
i made a song for the minions, uh
how much they paid me? a million, uh
i shop and then donate to charity (woo, i donate it to charity)
take a cranky, i be smacking the ceiling, uh
i call my minion my children (children)
i call my children my minions
we taking over the world (the world)
we make a whole lot of millions (oh)
[verse 1: yeat]
i need you to listen (yeah)
i’m a rich minion (yeah)
we touch lot of millions
yeah, i don’t like vector (i don’t like— i don’t likе vector)
yeah, i don’t like vеctor (take ’em out)
yeah, my diamonds glitter (yeah)
i just pulled up in a tonka with all of the minions, we takin’ a picture (ooh, ah+ooh)
i had to make me some sense (what?)
i had to make me some bands (bands)
i had to make me some money (the money)
you know that i’m in high demand (a lot)
i called the minion up and this what he said (uh+uh)

[refrain: the minions]
ha (huh?), hey mel, la bastichi
la papaya, du la potato (yeah, la potato, oh, yeah)

[chorus: yeat]
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i swerve in a humvee (nuh+nuh+nuh)
i just went crazy, i did it
i just went crazy, i did it, huh
i just went crazy, i did it, huh
i just went crazy, i did it, uh
i made a song for the minions, uh
how much they paid me? a million, uh
i shop and then donate to charity (woo, i donate it to charity)
take a cranky, i be smacking the ceiling, uh
i call my minion my children (children)
i call my children my minions
we taking over the world (the world)
we make a whole lot of millions
[verse 2: 2pac]
here we go, turn it up, let it start
from block to block we sn+tching hearts and jacking marks
and the punk police can’t fade me and maybe
we can have peace someday, g
but right now i got my mind set up
lookin’ down the barrel of my nine, get up
’cause it’s time to make the payback fat
tell my brothers on the block–better stay strapped, black
and accept no substitutes
i bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
oh no, i won’t turn the other cheek
in case ya can’t see when we burned the other week
now we got ’em in a smash, blast
how long will it last ’til the po’ get mo’ cash
until then, raise up!
tell my young black males, blaze up!
life’s a mess don’t stress, test
i’m givin’ but be thankful that you’re livin’, blessed
much love to my brothers in the pen’
see ya when i free ya if not when they shove me in

[chorus: yeat]
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i count money (nuh+nuh+nuh, nuh+nuh+nuh, no)
i swerve in a humvee (nuh+nuh+nuh)
i just went crazy, i did it
i just went crazy, i did it, huh
i just went crazy, i did it, huh
i just went crazy, i did it, uh
i made a song for the minions, uh
how much they paid me? a million, uh
i shop and then donate to charity (woo, i donate it to charity)
take a cranky, i be smacking the ceiling, uh
i call my minion my children (children)
i call my children my minions
we taking over the world (the world)
we make a whole lot of millions
[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
i made the change from a common thief
to up close and personal with robin leach
and i’m far from cheap, i smoke skunk with my peeps all day
spread love, it’s the brooklyn way
the moët and alizé keep me p+ssy, girls used to diss me
now they write letters ’cause they miss me
i never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff
i was too used to packing gats and stuff
now honeys play me close like b+tter play toast
from the mississippi down to the east coast
condos in queens, indo for weeks
sold out seats to hear biggie smalls speak
living life without fear
puttin’ five karats in my baby girl ear
lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
considered a fool ’cause i dropped out of high school
stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
and it’s still all good

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